Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:46:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Master Terra D
Subject: Lunch Time
My cock was frantically being jerked, up and down, my breathing becoming
shallow, my dick burning.
About 15 minutes earlier, I'd been sent by my father to find my cousin. It
was lunch time, but the crew was spread out all over the church building.
The building was having a massive renovation. The sanctuary was being
stripped of its 1960s décor. The front of the building had been removed and
a new 2-story addition was being done, basement to roof, all new.
My cousin was doing some wiring or trim work in the new second floor, and
while the crew was starting to eat downstairs, I was sent to find him.
My cousin and I had fooled around, but nothing like sex. Touching each
other, fingers touching, pushing, but nothing oral, no jacking off.
My cousin was hot, masculine, beefy. He played football and was bulked up
and hairy. In fact, his nickname was "Beefy". He stood about 6 inches
higher than me and was a year older.
Sexually, he knew I was the more mature. I'd started having wet dreams at
age 12, and had shared these with him. Being brought up in the "buckle of
the Bible belt", my homo-erotic dreams of reaming burly men was not
something to share with my father.
Since we'd fooled around, I knew Beefy's cock was beefy, too.
I was hoping with everyone distracted in the basement with food, Beefy and
I might actually do something.
I climbed the stairs, listening. The new second floor had three classrooms.
The stairs came up between the middle and south room, with a hall at the
top connecting all three rooms.
The middle room had a maintenance closet, and that was where I found
Beefy. I smiled.
"Lunch time, cuz," I said, reaching for his crotch.
He grabbed for mine and started unzipping me. We both knew.
He had my dick out quick and was on his knees. He knew as I did that we'd
have some time, maybe up to 10 minutes before the eating crew downstairs
would realize we weren't with them.
He sucked me hard in seconds, leaving my dick sloppy and wet, then stood up
and stood behind me. His hand wrapped around my cock and start stroking,
frantically working it.
His hips ground into my jeaned ass.
His deep breath growled into my ear and my cock exploded. After the first
firing, his hand cupped the top of my cock to control the fire-hose effect
he'd created. He couldn't have my cum staining the new drywall, after all.
My dick was covered with my ooze. Beefy turned me around to face him. He'd
fished his cock out and was using my spunk as lube on his dick, and in
seconds, he'd cum, it flowing out the head, but not shooting like mine had.
"I'd better clean up," he grinned bringing his hand to his mouth and
licking his hand clean. I just stared as he licked, his other hand
awkwardly zipping himself up.
With his hand clean, he kneeled and sucked my cock clean, but made it
hard. I put my hand on the back of his head.
He pulled off. "No..." he started, but then we heard the footsteps.
I hurriedly zipped up, and Beefy was in the room doorway as the crew member
hit the top stair.
"Where've you guys been?" he asked.
"Just finishing up and heading down," Beefy said as I appeared with a
screwdriver in hand.
And so we had lunch.
A week later, I jacked Beefy off. And that was the last time we did
anything.
I'd still like to tap that beefy ass.
The end
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